The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-04-22


ION. "We'll proceed. II Won, please. ~
the fish market, where. no doubt. vou
will find the iishwomen bowling and
dancing and throwing flowers on little
J scopo."
We proceeded 10 the Halle des pois.
sons.
The sight that met my eyes was
something Il would be very difficult 10
forget. There stood the strange child
with the pure white hair In the center
o. group Of excited men and women.
whose bare arms showed that they had
Just LETT their stalls. They were throw
ing flowers 1t him and praisIng him in
extravagant terms. lie, all the time.
TOOK no notice Of them, but kept gar
ing before him. and every few minutes
cxciaiming In kind 81 ecstacy:
"Claire! ma Clalrer His dress was
nngulariy neat, but Of colorless white.
whiie Ms long hair fell over his Shout
dcrs untramclcd by cap Of any kind.
"ihat boy said my friend. has .
wonderful story In connection with his
short life, and these poor people look
upon his presence among them as q
good omen. AT this moment they are
blessing him Tor that burst Of sunshine
winch, Few moments ago, helped to
make our lazy life endnrable up there
az the Hotel Christol."
An the drawing-room OF our hotel
my Trend told me the story Of poor
Jacopo: -Four years previous to the
events herein narrated. Jacopo was
lett IN orphan, together with his only
sister Ciaire. Both belonged to the
haute vile that frowns down upon us
up there as 4 IN its pride Of age 1t
scorned this plebeian Bias Vile. They
became SO attached to each other that
they were inseparable. and the neigh
pors loved them for their beauty, their
innocence and their affection. The
children wandered hand in hand for
hours through the quiet old town. At
times they were found playing among
the sand accumulated in front Of the
Porte Dune. with its grim and heavy
port utilised gate; at others they
played in front Of the queer little house
where Godfrey de Bouillon. the first
CRUSADER King Of Jcruselum. thou
sand years ago was born; but above all |
they loved to stroll through the cathe- |
dral, gazing with awe ut every thing
the great gold candles. the splendid |
affairs, the valuable pictures Of Christ |
and the Mother Of Sorrows. the blue
spangled arched roof with the yellow
stars. and the gruesome offerings made
BY patients who have been cured Of |
maladics by persistent appeals 10 some
favorite saint. They even spent
hours among the crypts, where endless
tombs and few slots in the damp,
bare walls made every thing look so
weird and systematically solemn that.
except in the daytime. not even the
bravest Of the residents Ct the Haute
Vile would venture among them.
These children. however. were too in
nocent to know fear And 50 they
vent along together hand in hand
through the grass-grown old streets Of
'odfreys birthplace.
es'oNas c.O woS
blonde ana Jacopo was dark. At first
ne enid Jacopo could not understand
snat had become Of his beloved sister
ie saw ner little body strewn with
resn-cut nowers and the chaplet Of
no"-wmte nowers that surrounded
er marble brow where the yellow silk
air strayed down ireest- ne touched
sr lace ana cried; claire. ma
'lairc. why do you not speak 10 me? ,,
y only me. little brother Jacopow
Ina when no answer came from the lit
e dead body, his paroxysms Of grief
ccame 50 violent that the good-heart-
= neighbors said he would surely kill
imseif. and carried him away. II
One day the now utterly forlorn child !
'as walking, half sobbing. through
arrow Old street. where queer gablcd 1
ouses cast fantastic shadows along the ]
most forsakcn thoroughfare, and no I
'und disturbed the silence but the \
o. some pious sister In q
ne 81 the converts that abound in the n